This is a song about "Gold wrist"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Before your wrist is snapped

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

I ain't tryna brag though

Work that wrist im the maestro,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

We them boys that glow without gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

When really i'm a virgo and the truest